Spoon

That spoon,
That sloop
That curving road
leads to your voice
And, I... alone
discover you
again

Your hair
Your smile
A child's nose
That knowing smell
All your own
Oh, Mother

Gathering twigs
Gathering rocks
Gathering time
in pockets of Home

stone walls
stone walls
I am still
reaching

Do you know these hands

That
falling
falling
Spoon

lands on the floor
and disperses a calling
a noise

Oh, Mother